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In Kingston town now
In Kingston town now
Walked up and down now
Looked at the ground now
You went in labor
You went in labor
And all our friends
just to labor his whole life away.
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine,
A man will have lust for the lure of the mines.
I hope
Way back yonder in Tennessee
They leased the convicts out
Set them workin' in the mine
Against free labor stout
Free labor rebelled against it
To win
Oh, aw
I wanted you while you were
With your guy, but that beside the point
The fruits of the labor, papaya
One day we'll split the 'paya
conscientiously
Every moment la-la-la-la-la-la-la, it amazes me
And oh, how hard it labors to try and make the grade
It must annoy the neighbors, practicing
Watch ye, therefore, you know not the day
When the Lord shall call your soul away
If you labor, strivin' for the right
You shall wear a robe
the fruits of my labor if I get freed today
I holler "what you do? What you say?"
I shall enjoy the fruits of my labor if I get freed today
never was so much love
Spring is in the air
Each mortal loves his neighbor
Who's that loving pair?
That's capital and labors
Chevrolet and Ford
conscientiously
Every moment la-la-la-la-la-la-la, it amazes me
And oh, how hard it labors to try and make the grade
It must annoy the neighbors, practicing
How does it feel
To be a chalkline dollar sign
How does it feel
Up at the address all the widows write?
Mrs. Lynn the fruit of your labor
Gives
Or come to find that loving is labor
Labor's life and life's forever
Or come to see that keeping's not giving
You get what you've given
You get what
How does it feel
To be a chalkline dollar sign
How does it feel
Up at the address all the widows write?
Mrs. Lynn the fruit of your labor
Gives
verdant crops do grow.
Look down in yonder valley at my horses and my plough,
All at their daily labor for the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
"If they're
all
Lonesome man of the world
Who can't stop crying
Himself to sleep
If push comes to shove
Seems like this labor of love
Is just too much work
and ain't got nothin' going?)
Black drum, rhythm, Black savage
Black labor on the Black Sabbath
Their great is the Black average
Imitatin' all our Black
Gordon Shumway
Wer hat den Appetit nie verloren?
Wen kommen sie studieren im Labor?
Es ist Gordon Shumway
Okkulte Praktik, Hood Mathematik
Hör' dein
Mh, haha, ju, hahaha
Ganz versteckt halb verdeckt, irgendwo tief im Wald
Liegt mein Haus und mein Labor
Und damit niemand kommt, mein Geheimnis
Through the week
You love an' laugh an' labor
But on Sunday
Don't forget to love thy neighbor
Lets make a date
For Sunday morning
We'll go to church
day
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like the fiend with his dope and the drunkard his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
day
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like the fiend with his dope and the drunkard his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
my day,
Who lived just to labor his whole life away.
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine,
A man will have lust for the lure
Every moment la la la la la la la la, it amazes me
And oh, how hard it labors to try and make the grade
It must annoy the neighbors, practicing upon
Don't think I'm bold but my mama told me
To love thy neighbor and you will find your labor
A great deal easier life will be breezier if you love thy
But, I got me so terrible long to go.
Heard a judge say, “Five years labor …
To the chain gang you got-a go.”
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